#piinetrees

@piinetrees. just a lot of memories coming up. all those good times. well, not so much good times as really awful, terrible, depressing times. (maybe the summer after canon??? also HIIII ✨)

there's a sympathetic look on ford's face, brows furrowing slightly. he knows that feeling well, having grappled with the same plagues of memories for years on end. it's nothing he'd want his great nephew to have to endure alone if he could help it.

" dipper. "

knowing the boy's tendency towards panic, dipper's shoulder is met with a six fingered hand — grounding, strong and steady.

" it's all in the past now. all those memories are just — memories. he can't hurt us anymore. he's gone. "

his name doesn't have to be said for both to know exactly who ford is referring to, the name better left unsaid. there's a small pause before face shifts to a softer smile, wanting to lighten the atmosphere. there's a small squeeze to his shoulder before straightening himself, offering dipper a wider smile.

" we've got all summer to make new memories, we might as well make the best of it. "

Today, Benji disappears in the middle of a paranormal study session with @piinetrees. It happens the usual way: quickly, painlessly, and without warning — which is probably a good thing, as he would try to fight it otherwise. He's been nervous about this very thing ever since he learned about Dipper's history with the entity.

Pupils narrow to catlike slits and shy, hunched posture becomes far more self-assured. The entity stretches human limbs above its head and laughs gleefully at the sensation, never tiring of that distinctly corporeal feeling.

     It took a little more convincing than normal, but eventually Mabel got Dipper to cave — he was sooooo against bringing her with on his little playdate with her favorite movie stars, but enough puppy dog eyes and pouting can get her anything she wants. Reluctantly, he allowed it, just so long as she doesn’t get too starstruck and lets him do his serious investigation business. With the most 80’s sweater she’s ever made pulled on and Waddles tucked into her backpack, The Mystery Twins are back, baby! Time to investigate some hunky boys!

THE MISSION: Dipper will talk to Felix, ask him questions, see what’s up with him, while Mabel’s extremely important job is to play up her feminine charm and flirt with question Zero. Easy peasy!

The mansion was so grand and beautiful and sprawling; Mabel just about stuffed one of the gorgeous peacocks into her sweater to take home with her. Sorry, Dippin’ Dots! Mabel’s already starstruck, before she’s even met her movie star crushes, though it doesn’t take long for the boys to show themselves. When they do saunter down the stairs from the upper story bedroom —

    “ Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD! ”     Mabel’s hands clasp over her mouth, although she is quick to remember herself with a sharp jab to the side from Dipper’s boney elbow,     “ Hi boys, I’m Mabel, I’m, like, SUCH a huge fan! I’ve done reports on both of you for my fashion studies class — ”

    “ — Mabel! ”     Dipper half scolds, half whines, both of which earn a hearty laugh from Mabel.

    “ Sorry, bro-bro. I’ll be serious. ”     She won’t be.     “ I’m here to help Dipper with his investigations! Hope that’s not a bother! ”

It was never safe, walking into the woods at night. Always, something waited to snatch little humans up. “Don’t step there.” Her voice was smooth, and the unseelie princess stepped forward. 

She would have blended in well with the trees, if they weren’t so lively. Dead and decaying leaves decorated her form - or, perhaps, she was made of them? It was difficult to be able to tell where her clothes began and her skin ended.

@piinetrees sent: 🤕  (for wendy!)

are you okay? (always accepting)

to  find  my  muse  with  an  obvious  injury.